Best Dogma Poems
Dogma Enigma
When the pedophile is god
and genocide is good
when caring for the other
is a never not a should
when race is a weapon
and gender is revoked
when science is blasphemy
and climate change a hoax
Resist the urge to reason
you will just be labelled woke
A polytheist would argue
just one God
That there are endless guards
and many rods
given these wards
With many temperaments and aims
devotion for a supreme being
Compassionate gods spread
charity, clarity’s
light and goodwill
Whereas others spread hate,
blood still spills
Relates—mayhem and darkness
The God of the Old Testament
unforsaken is the nakedness
not ever to turn the other cheek
not even for the meek
He portrays Himself
Jealous and wrathful
vengeful, rageful
Numbskull—beware!
Whilst man plays by the rules
these judges will decide
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
No complaints, apologies
Whilst the God of New Testament
demonstrates much mercy,
forgiveness you shall see
For God and his creations
This is what’s in common
in the world religions
This is the core,
the common essence
all shared values
when in His presence
The road is long, painful and circuitous
A troubled past will plague us
dubious religious sects, false replay,
vulnerable man is their prey
Realization from my deepest self I reveal
enamored in love is how I truly feel
I felt with all things,
a strong sense of collectiveness
An emotional rapture
of the combined sacred oneness
One man showed us love
A true love He
displayed,
flogged, died
Crucified for love
of mankind
The Jewel of Jesus
Find a man like Him
and certainly not a moony (woman)
In Ganges River, I shall swim
in blessed holy water
I’ll bathe in
His wine I’ll drink
On my knees I shall sink
Bow down and pray
for Yahwe’s precious Jewel
the One, the Only
Eyes of blue?
Jesus Christ Superstar
An allotted announcement;
Ben’s brother balances
Carefully, carrying containers
Designated “Dogma Delivery.”
Eventually, everyone
Finds frog-gy feelings for
Generously generated
Hair-raising hijinks.
Incoherent ideas incur.
Jeremiah jumps, jolting,
Kicking kleptomaniacs,
Lashing lawlessness.
Money monkeys make
Notorious nincompoops.
Obscure obligations often
Poisons pathetic passion!
Quarantining qualified
Representatives,
Shrivels support,
Transforming truth-
Unilaterally, unfairly
Vexing vicariously.
While we want
Xanadu,
Yokels yield
Zion’s zenith
Tossing and turning in Whitman’s grass,
Breathing every fervent loving sensate,
My deliberate doubts, you may bypass,
To obey the certainty of Christian dictates.
To some, my probes attack settled law,
My queries are grounds for execution.
I don’t mind those symbols wedged in your craw.
I just seek truths instead of words well spun.
Truth travels in a continuous passage,
Skipping along in temporary stays.
Its spice, I briefly taste like sausage,
I recall the tactile surges from hand plays.
Truth is the process of honesty,
It lacks fixation with fixed positions.
The honest house supplies the best prophecy,
The honest road brings wondrous conditions.
In my days remaining, I shall sing of myself,
No better or worse than anyone dwelling here,
Some believing in numbers have called me BELF.
But life never neatly resolves with answers so sure.
Resplendent quest, glorious uncertainty of rapture,
You are my radiant God, my unknowable religion.
Absent your pursuit, I live without color or texture.
With your passionate affection, I’m fully alive, in motion.
The Unwritten Dogma
Institutions and their doctrines fall to the spiritual reality. Not in Emergence--in affirmation of a bigoted tradition of God and man.
How can an individual Catholic be redeemed; when God has condemned that spiritual kingdom collectively?
Calling back the supposed lapsed Catholic; as if disconnected to the corporate bond. And the recovering Catholic; as if they did not know.
Separation: the result of sin;
i hear Vatican 2's ecumenical call for unity
to the separated brethren.
Love this world Lord,
empower the world's Lord;
until your light is seen
as darkness.
Brethren of the world
give me carnal loves
Lord.
God of Aquinas
you are inclusive;
God of Aquinas
you are equality.
In spiritual unity
they go
to hell.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
The inner me and the world’s outer me
gray area of a womb full of ghost
love holds no truth child just hypocrisy
hate rides and feeds off their back like a host
unformed god’s of what we spawn the most
God, Ghost and Love
Contest Judged: 4/15/2011
Sponsored by: Dr.Ram Mehta
placed 4th
There's been a subtle, yet powerful undercurrent,
That forms faith and peoples belief.
With roots at the core of civilization,
Causing both struggles and further relief.
Today's religion has become a point of contention,
Dividing families, and cultures, and land.
Because when you look at the global environment,
You see congregations clustered that stand.
The problem seen is a lack of inclusion,
Where other views are shown to abstain.
While clutching upon a disciplined dogma,
No matter the disappointment or pain.
Whether a synagogue, church, mosque, or others,
Sends their message against the shadows to light.
The compelling force that burdens the raptured,
Is that their's is the only truth that's right.
Now if it feels like I'm not seeing clearly,
Take a hard look at the Vatican, or say, Iran.
And we can certainly add those 'moral majorities',
Where some Christian's believe they can.
All of these lay upon foundations, where the
Edges lack tolerance to respect another view.
While the momentum gathers traction in the
Community, and an open mind is there to subdue.
These observations are not mentioned to be atheistic,
Because I too, have beliefs that I own.
Yet I'm left to question and wonder, if mankind
Can truly accept all others, and not condone.
The artistry of the dogmatic
Lies upon the breaths that are bated
Unwanted sarcasm tossed
Though often musters hostility
And the branches arc
With each split decision
Affirms the logic
Behind each laceration
Love is like a flower.
It blooms in the spring of its existence.
But as the summer fades, so does its color.
The winter moon watches over the barren stem
Until the sun can shine upon the blossom once again.
Rockman
When the mind is held captive
the body is the prisoner.
Kale Brereton
January 19, 2019
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Blunt brain such stale dogma holds
Tighter than crags hug dewy molds;
She spurns sparks Reason confers,
And terms sanest wit profitless fuss.
Sweetest rank her outmoded views,
Above strictest sense and full clues;
Cherished most within inured cloud
Are her trite thought frail and proud.
Proffer sure-shining cachings of gold
For faintest morsel of heresies retold,
And she'll a more precious jewel find
Brighter still under Diablo's airier rind.
Her creed says receive and cede not
Wild bootless notions simpletons got;
Let benevolent Logic his carats keep,
And her inane whims have their leap.
Her wild treasures heavier than lead
Shall endless grace that jaded head,
Until wilier ticks of blind-mute clocks
Hit Eternal Proof that sees and talks.
Clean mouth nose eyes ears and butt
And an all weather coat
You had me at domesticated wolf
Those who crown themselves with miters and croziers
Are dry and barren canals to which I shall describe
Boats remain frozen in their abandoned and void place
The waters being a simulacrum of doctrines
Only the arid wind gives a sense of forward time
The bubbling and fizzing spring they cut from themselves
Those who pass by recognise there is nothing to drink
Only worms and serpents live within the canals
Their waters of void do not show heaven’s face above
No vision of sparkling angels appears anywhere
Nor can people see their face on the canals
Behold the crown jewels of those called servants and watchers
Inspired by this verse "Those people are dry canals." from The Apocalypse of Peter:
http://www.gnosis.org/naghamm/apopet.html
Dripping dogs make dogma appear like a dream. But digging in mud is often a pause for thought. Woof. Weff. Wiff. Weeding